09-04-2016, 05:07 PM
ROMEK
Romek had made the mistake of thinking once that things could not get any worse. And, naturally, he had been proven wrong. Things could always get worse, and usually, they did. It was better not to tempt fate, and to lay your plans as securely as you would lay down on the ground at night.
And, of course, those mists beyond the neutral lands held no particular wonder for him. He had no interest in much else other than finding his wife, and bringing her back to him. Perhaps eventually they would need a home to live in, somewhere safe, and secure, away from all this chaos, panic and placeless anger. It was no place for his newborn children, and no place for his elder ones, either. He wondered how he would be able to keep it all together. Something would drop, he only had a set amount of … hooves.
But, of course, sometimes things just fall into your lap. A familiar voice draws his attention, so he disengages from the mare in front of him (he had merely been asking her if she had seen a pretty golden mare, about this tall, which a gigantic moonlike belly – she hadn’t) to face the man.
Man – and woman. The mare unfamiliar to him, which was welcome, given the tricky history he has had with the Valley. ”Demian. A pleasure.” he says courteously, dipping his head. Their friendship is one that stretches back far, back when he had briefly toyed with the idea of joining the Valley under his rule – but had decided, eventually, that it was all too much, that it was too close, that he couldn’t abide living near his mother’s grave, where she had taken her last breath, bled her last drop.
”Well, you know what they say about the blind leading. Your lady does not seem quite sightless enough, though.” he says, inclining his head to the mare behind him. It was a weak joke, even by his standards, but he had been up half the night looking for his love. ”Reagan.”
His attention snaps back to the stallion at his question, and the spotted stallion takes his time considering it. ”Taking it as it comes, mostly. Searching for my lady wife. Trying to piece together what to do next. Though my situation is not a unique one, I know.” he pauses, and a faint, sly smile spreads across his lips. ”What do you need me for?”
And, of course, those mists beyond the neutral lands held no particular wonder for him. He had no interest in much else other than finding his wife, and bringing her back to him. Perhaps eventually they would need a home to live in, somewhere safe, and secure, away from all this chaos, panic and placeless anger. It was no place for his newborn children, and no place for his elder ones, either. He wondered how he would be able to keep it all together. Something would drop, he only had a set amount of … hooves.
But, of course, sometimes things just fall into your lap. A familiar voice draws his attention, so he disengages from the mare in front of him (he had merely been asking her if she had seen a pretty golden mare, about this tall, which a gigantic moonlike belly – she hadn’t) to face the man.
Man – and woman. The mare unfamiliar to him, which was welcome, given the tricky history he has had with the Valley. ”Demian. A pleasure.” he says courteously, dipping his head. Their friendship is one that stretches back far, back when he had briefly toyed with the idea of joining the Valley under his rule – but had decided, eventually, that it was all too much, that it was too close, that he couldn’t abide living near his mother’s grave, where she had taken her last breath, bled her last drop.
”Well, you know what they say about the blind leading. Your lady does not seem quite sightless enough, though.” he says, inclining his head to the mare behind him. It was a weak joke, even by his standards, but he had been up half the night looking for his love. ”Reagan.”
His attention snaps back to the stallion at his question, and the spotted stallion takes his time considering it. ”Taking it as it comes, mostly. Searching for my lady wife. Trying to piece together what to do next. Though my situation is not a unique one, I know.” he pauses, and a faint, sly smile spreads across his lips. ”What do you need me for?”
fuck all your dreams, they’re not all they seem